Wolf said nice things about me, so now I have to post this:
[01] Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
[02] I will then tell you what song/band reminds me of you.
[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
[04] Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
[05] Put this in your journal.
I just found another full Twisted ToyFare online. You should all go read it before we threaten them and make them take it down.
I got a new, shorter haircut this weekend. Considering there's been a picture of my head in every issue of the magazine for about two years now, I really want to someday put together a timeline of my haircuts, but I think the only person this would interest is me.
Also tying into the title, the new Beck album comes out tomorrow. I hope it's cool. I was never able to listen all the way through Sea Change, because it was too unbearably depressing.
How stressed am I now? Over the past two nights, I had two classic anxiety dreams. The other night I dreamt I was in a play (I was playing Hugo in By By Birdie) and it was opening night, but I'd never been to a rehearsal and I didn't know any lines. I was also trying frantically to find a place to shave my beard off.
The last night I had a dream that I was unprepared for a class, and I don't think I've had a dream like that since I was actually in college. I need to relaxe.
I also saw the Incredibles for the first time last night and really liked it. Thoughts?
The new entry is up at Book of Shenanigans. I form a band with Spider-Man, and that's JUST THE BEGINNING!!!!!!!!!
Check it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So we got the video camera and it's my new favorite toy, although we've only filmed the dog so far. To see a hastily edited together video of Calli rocking out to Ben Folds, click here. Sorry, Windows Media Format only.
Also, as promised, here's the new Local Boy, which ran on Friday the 11th.
Dual Income, No Klue
If you ask ten people why they live in Goshen, eight will probably tell you it’s because of the good school district. The other two just had some money burning a hole in their pocket, or they like long, beautiful drives through the countryside to get to the supermarket.
Having been through the Goshen school system, I can attest that they learn you up pretty good. Wait, I’m sorry. They learn you up pretty well. The teachers are dedicated (random shout-outs: big ups to Mrs. Goldberg, Mr. Eisenhart, Mr. Karchawer and Kujo), the facilities are above-adequate, and they make these chocolate chip cookies in the high school cafeteria that are crispy on the outside but soft and not entirely cooked through in the middle that are just fantastic. To the high schoolers of this town: If they have figured out a way to bake the cookies all the way through, you have my deepest sympathies.
But what good is living in a town that might as well be called “Good Schoolsland” when my wife and I aren’t even able to take advantage of the best feature it has to offer? You see, for the moment at least, we are DINKs.
DINK, if you don’t know, stands for Dual Income, No Kids. Cute name, right? Unfortunately whoever came up with the acronym chose cuteness over accuracy, as the more appropriate DIBEMCYMNMYCINK (Dual Income, Barely Enough Money to Cover Your Mortgage, Never Mind Your Car Insurance, No Kids) just doesn’t sound as snappy.
Being a DINK is great. You’re responsible for no one but yourself. Sometimes not even yourself – I’ve been eating nothing but peanut butter for days now, and I’m pretty sure I have scurvy.
But in the back of my mind, I know that some day in the not-too distant future we’ll have kids. And when that happens the plan is for my wife to stop working, at least until our child can start nursery school (big ups to GAPNS!) or kindergarten (big ups to Mrs. Jankowski!). Then my days of DINKness are over. I’ll be a Single Income, One Kid, or SIOK, which doesn’t sound cute. In fact, it sounds like some sort of communicable disease.
“Doctor, this man has SIOK!”
“My God…can he even afford our treatment?!?”
If it’s this expensive to live in Goshen as DINKs, what will it be like when we have a kid who, as I understand it, might possibly need expensive-sounding things like booster shots? Hey, we’ve got to get this kid inoculated against SIOK.
Now I see why having a good school district is so important – you’re investing in your child’s education so that they can grow up and be successful and bail you out of all the debt you accrued trying to make them smart.
In which case I must be a huge disappointment to my parents, as I haven’t bailed them out of anything. So who’s the dink now?
I noticed that lately all I've been posting is links to Shenanigans or my column, which, while very entertaining, runs the risk of getting boring. So I'll save my new column for Monday even though it ships today and tell you that we drove out to some scary industrial park last night to pick up our new digital camcorder from FedEx, after they had failed to come at a time when we were home twice.
So hopefully I'll pick up a DV cable this morning and figure out how to translate movies to my computer this weekend. I think my Book of Shenanigans entries may soon get much more interesting! Or I'll just be boring and keep writing crap. We'll see. So far we've only filmed our dog. Who, by the way, got spayed this week and was running around like a maniac two days later. May we all be so resilient.